Ava preps for the first debate

On the morning of the first debate Ava woke up to the campus police slamming open her door. The two men threw open every drawer she had and threw every article of clothing she owned into a storage box save for her panties. At least, most of her panties. She was sure she used to own more pairs. These campus police were perverted pigs, and her heart burned with outrage and the justice of her cause.

It was the final stretch, but Ava had a plan. Reporters never asked a male candidate what shoes he was wearing and where he got his hair done, but she was going to play the game to win. She spent a whirlwind day hitting the hair salon, nail salon, a waxing salon, and finally a massage spa to relax. It was an investment. If she was going to be topless and nude save for her sheer blue panties at this debate, her college girl body would glow for the audience.

She met Janine and Naomi at the quad. A crowd was already gathering, whether to watch vital student democracy or to leer at almost naked college girls come from being texted by thousands of their peers. She shook hands with the exhibitionist slut and the big-titted princess and approached her podium. A campus police officer came up, pulled open her panties, and pushed her phone against her pussy. He then did it to the other two girls.

Dean Richard was the moderator. "Of course that old pervert is the moderator," Ava thought as he gave a rundown of the rules. "He pretends to be impartial, but I bet he's getting off on this travesty."

"Welcome to the first student council debate! The first girl to orgasm on stage will advance to the runoff, while the runner-ups will have a second debate. I see the candidates are wearing just their panties, as required by the council bylaws. We've put their personal phones in their panties so you can help push your candidate over the edge. The personal numbers for Ava, Janine, and Naomi are on the big screen behind me. Please text them anything you like as many times as you like."

The rowdy college crowd cheered. Ava was startled to feel her phone start vibrating against her pussy. Could she come from this? She knew her fellow feminist girls would text her over and over, but would she get some of the pervert vote?

"First question: If you had to hook up with someone here, who would it be?"